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burnstradamus - vehicular micslaughter lyrics

[intro]
[burnstradamus]

whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it
why you wop? f-ck you think this is? why you wop?

how dare these pilgrims
question the power of my horses
bout 37 hundred, blunted in a rari enzo
my endo fortress
yeah we got an aero and a lambo aventador lp
rare steeds, wasn’t even last week
i hit 250 in that pure breed
veyron vitesse

[chorus]

whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it
remember people flabbergasted
screaming heyyy aaayyyeee
whip it whip it whip it whip it whip it
but now it’s my engine that got us out here speedin okayyy (x2)

[verse 1]
[burnstradamus]

now that the hook’s in the book
lemme take these b-tches back to the future
loser they said till i pulled up
gull wings in my delorean coolin
colder than mcfly
i maybe making bad decisions
but i still be the good guy
think you gotta better hook please
you peter pan, yo hook wounded up in neverland
better than me, never man
i’m heaven
you stuck in h-ll on this prison planet
god damm-t
got me goin super saiyan like ramdis
hold it, p-ss it, control it
gotta whip it, shift it, then drift it, smoking
tires to the streets
fire to the beats
broads to the sheets
fire to the sweets
bts animals g.o.a.t
f-ck you mean we ain’t got it
b-tch who you think you spotted
with the trunk in the front
and the engine in the back
b-tch shut ya trap
cuz we don’t f-ck with that
suited, bucket hats
shoes to match
eject the roof
with the rims to match
b-tch i be the proof
speedin in my whip like a bullet
usta just b-mp b-ss
now i burn rubber and money chase
cha-ching

[chorus]

[verse 2]
[ramdis]

okay thru the intersection
you know i’m looking both ways
cross me, crash like a movie no role-play
fast an furious
engine in the trunk
screaming like a victim
i’m sick one me an your girl that’s non fiction
enemies h-t wit the betta me
imma trip them, trick them in to get on
i’m a hustler
took everything while they were asleep no roofies
scopolamine is holy
i’m lonely
steering wheel and the mic
are my only homies
that’s that, hat back
snapback, back at it like a crack attic
i’ve had it, automatic in the back
wit a bat, mat, mad hats
and a trap for the rats
an a gat for the thieves … blat
get smacked wit the front
take a pic no edit
feel me like gigantic headache
h-ll is where i’m heading
but no matter who is hearing
if we racin i’m ready my trunk heavy
for whatever an everything
you think you think ahead me
i’m ahead of u like p flip it
even kids think its ill-sick
sp-ce time same thing
i’m breaking it

[chorus]

- burnstradamus lyrics

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